happy people harmony

Images bring life to the harmonies that envelop our lives. Through images and music we have the capacity to see things, things that are not happening as yet. You see, within the harmonies created, and the images that come with them, we can enter a realm that allows us to formulate new hypothesis we can only get under the direction of the magic, the peace, the design that is allowed to prosper and fortify the lives of people in a good way; the kind that comes from the passionate people who gave us everything they had while they were here. We must continue their struggle. We must live our lives in a way that reflects the same passion and compassion brought us by the many who saw beyond the horizon to an eternal flame fanned only by those who try but always fail just as they did. Images and harmony flavor the experience of solitude while feeding the dreams of change that faith brings to the happy people.

big soupy mess

The wheels of capitalism continue to spin as more and more unnecessary shit is created for our consumption. I saw a blanket for sale on television, the snuggie, for 19.95. Order now and you can receive 2 for the price of one. This of course follows the regular dieting report on the news where we learn that we have to move and eat in order to lose weight. The thing is, when we begin to rely on television to tell us how to live, we lose our way. Once we lose our individuality we begin to see the world from the perspective of other people we don't even know and have never met. It is almost as if we dress ourselves in plasic wrap so we can sell ourselves in much the same way as those snuggie's. We do this freely as a result of being here in it; the big soupy mess.

never

I want to be taken away, to be flustered in speech and mind. I want to be fresh and new like it was yesterday. I want to sneak away in the night and see my shadow girl who waits for me down the block a ways. Ten o clock she says, and I would listen. I was taken by her. I would have done anything for her. She saw value in herself but it was in the wrong way. That is not to say I didnot partake, I did, but the point is the connection was one way for her and another way entirely for me. She saw a future in her good looks and pristine exterior. Little did she know or care that the window for a human being's best looks, baring sun rays and gene pool, is between 18 and 23. After those ages, we all just get old no matter how we try to hide it or fight it. To be taken away is to not have the capacity to see it coming. This therefor is why it is written about after the fact. The problem is we tend to look for things we read about; things that either already took place or never did. Then we make comparisons. Does this make any sense at all? We are all teken away, flustered in speech and mind because we are all unconsciously taking roles in our conscious mind while we try and match that process with each and every interaction while looking for the spectacular and unexpected; the makeshift dream never to be realized. LLc 98.2

blah

I know where you have been she said with delight in her eye. I know who you were with and I know where you went. She went on to say mean and nasty things without hearing a single explanation from me. As soon as I opened my mouth she would scream louder. After a few minutes of this shit, I decided to walk away. What did she do? She grabbed my shirt, turned me around and beat the shit out of me. She hit hard and it made my head ring a little. After a few minutes I actually enjoyed it. The poor little thing was wearing herself out. Good thing she didn't have a pipe or it would have been my ass.
I had enough and walked away. I drove home thinking of her ways of kissing ass. This one would surely be a doozy. I got home and ring ring ring a fucking ling a ling ling. I pick up and she is balling. I mean this girl is raging out of control with feelings and she was letting them all hang out for the world to see. Little did she know that was the night I decided I would never marry her and breed with her. We stayed together for another year. That year really sicked man!

inevitably comes

Real intimacy is genuine separation from the one you love when the need to be alone inevitably comes. To be intimate is to appreciate the individual endeavors of the ones we care for and be there when necessary; when the road becomes arduous and almost impossible to travel on. Like a real good friend, intimacy is never having to make excuses for yourself for loving the one you love. Most of us will never have that time in our lives where we can honestly say with a straight and pure spirit that we are with someone who makes us feel good about our lives. Yet we search for this intimacy, this connection of spirit. We may have already had it and made it fail by playing around with varying roles instead of playing the one role that is required before we can play any other, the one of us as individual people occupying a place in time. Once we know what it is that brings us the most joy, then and only then will we be in a position to take on the intimate role. Once we play that one, things really don't have to change but they always do; giving up any chance of the intimacy we all so desperately desire-the separation. LLc 98.2

constant lubrication

We are born into the machine that spins with constant lubrication of the flesh and blood of tireless hearts and broken backs. The people from the past were no different than we are now and they were grounded up just like we are being grounded now. However, we no longer have to measure up to the people who can no longer tell their tales and spin their webs just as we do. The machine is equipped with every sort of pain you can imagine. With that imagination one can dream up the worst of nightmares along with the most pleasant of child-like dreams that allow us to wander freely among the spirits that surround us. The machine allows this because outside the machine is a pleasant valley where the only sounds are the wind brushing the caterpillars from the leaves and thumping them down upon another below. Within our machines we must maintain a sense of our dreams. It is through this mechanism that we can see through the residual effects of all our shortcomings and false hopes based entirely on fiction and want. We all lubricate the future with our discontent.

abandon

I want to abandon my want and trade it in for desire. I want to know the differences between the two and be able to contribute to the plus side of this dichotomy. Desire is the driver while want is the social side that always works concurrently with the, " keep up with the Jones's mentality." Desire can never drive the social because it always changes and flows with the times, want changes and responds to the times in the form of falacy and false desire. Like the false representatives who claim this but are actually that, so too is wanting. Desire is always based in the perfect fantasy which should be our everyday while wanting is always based in the here and now and is completely made up and responsive.